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[ ... She reminds him of someone immediately. He's trying to not follow that train of thought. ]

Do you always introduce yourself like this or is this a special occasion?

And no, I don't need my shots.

Let's call it a special occasion. Dining room in an hour good for you?

Why not the CES?

[ He's figured out she's an inmate. He's being an asshole. ]

Fine.

[Biff asking the Admiral for her probably helped. :c Also, Kirk gave her once-a-week above deck privileges aaaand as much as she hates to waste this week on you, asshole...]

Hey, you're right, why not the CES? See you there, sport.

[And that's where she is, about twenty feet inside the doors in a forest-type environment. She's not wearing her villain suit, but she is dressed in all black and green because she has a pathological attachment to those colours.]

[ He has no particular liking for the CES, or anywhere else on the ship, really. It's all too public, too open, and though there are doors there are way too many ways of escape - which is a bad thing, isn't it, if he's trying to pin down someone to try to get them to talk? Besides, the way it is all built makes it way too easy to place surveillance equipment without them being noticed.

Though- he probably shouldn't be thinking like that, should he? He's meeting his son's girlfriend, not a mobster that he's going to try to interrogate or beat up. Though, given the conversation with Biff that he's seen- he doesn't that that will be particularly easy either.

Point to her favor.

Bruce arrives at the CES just a couple of minutes after Shego, stepping and closing the door before leaning against it. He looks at her for a moment, tilts his head to the side. ]

Color scheme?

[ The words definitely have Brucie's long, slow drawl in it. No, you're not getting the real him yet. ]

[She cocks an eyebrow.] Would you believe there's not a whole lot else that goes with my complexion?

[ He pushes away from the door, thumbs casually hooked into his pockets as he walks towards her. ]

Have you tried white?

[ The green skin doesn't bother him all that much. There's been Koriand'r, after all, not to mention J'onn and even Clark. Though Bruce wonders what is it about both Dick and Tim that they are attracted to alien-types. ]

Washes me out. I already look enough like a zombie without having my wardrobe help it along. [She folds her arms, leaning against a tree.] Did you come here to discuss fashion tips? Because if you're trying to put me at ease with harmless banter it's really not working.

I'm not. [ He walks past her to the tree that she's leaning against, grabbing hold of a low-hanging branch and swinging upwards until he's sitting on it, looking down at her. The height advantage is very, very deliberate. ]

Tell me about yourself.

[Jackass. She's tempted to say 'come down and I will' but no, if he's going to be a contrary douchebag there's not much she can do to stop him. Besides blast the branch off the tree. Which she could probably manage, just about. But no, that's probably not the smart way for this to go.]

I'm twenty-six. I've been here about a year and a half. I'm from Go City, which nobody has ever heard of but me. I used to be a superhero, got tired of it, took up high-profile theft instead.

[She's not going to tell him anything he couldn't get from a careful reading of her archived entries. She shrugs.]

You want my blood type?

[ ....... High-profile theft. Green eyes. Bruce knows exactly who she reminds him of and he resists the urge to- do something that he probably shouldn't do in front of her.

He tried to raise Tim to think in a way that's similar to him. Not to become him. At least Stephanie was entirely different. ]

Is it red? [ Entirely droll. ]

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You're hilarious. Oddly enough, yeah; this? [She gestures at herself to indicate the general green-ness.] This happened to me. I'm human.

[ ... Okay, he should make more of an effort. By more he really means 'any'. Remind self: this is Tim's girlfriend. Make an effort for Tim even though she reminds you of Selina.

Though, the human part is a bit of a relief. It makes her easier to deal with - it's harder to get information about a whole other culture on this ship without asking her directly, after all. At least this way, he has the background of generic human culture and behavior to base off upon. ]

I'm asking because blood color tends to affect skin color. [ Entirely bland. ]

Question. Don't you think you're a little old for him?

[ STILL ENTIRELY BLAND ]

[Two can play at your blandness game, Bruce.]

It occurred to me.

Elaboration is appreciated.

[ By which he means demanded. ]

Elaboration as to why it's any of your business is appreciated. We're both consenting adults, and if anybody had any reason to believe I was taking advantage of him then it would've come up long before you showed.

[She sounds offended. Because she is.]

[ It's probably a good thing that none of the people connected to his sons that he'd met so far are any all intimidated by him. Of course, he doesn't have the Bat's reputation here to back him up, and he's not exactly trying- but it's still a good thing.

If they are so easily scared away, then there's no point even letting them close to his kids. ]

I'm his father. [ Very simply. ] And I have no idea who you are, or how you get to know him, or what your relationship like.

I don't like making assumptions.

Uh huh. Well, let me just field the questions that are actually important here. Did I use my ~feminine wiles~ on him? No. Am I dating him because he's eighteen? No. Does he identify as anything even remotely like the dense little ball of uninformed, self-centred, immature jerk that makes up the typical eighteen-year-old? No. Beyond that, I'm not talking you through the minutiae of my private life. So either you trust Tim to make smart decisions, or you don't, in which case you need to be having this conversation with him. Either way I think we're done here.

We're not. [ Flatly, but he jumps down from the tree branch, standing beside her and looking her straight in the eye. ]

If I don't trust Tim, I won't tell him that I want to meet you. [ It's very, very casual, but there's an underlying threat to it. ]

But I don't trust you.

[She meets his gaze unflinchingly.]

Tim does. So either you need to quit posturing or admit that you don't trust his judgement - and why do I get the feeling that 'people you trust' make up a club with some really exclusive entry criteria?

Whether Tim does or not is irrelevant. I judge for myself.

[ He leans back against the tree. That also means not letting her similarities to Selina affect his decision either one way or another. Also not addressing the second part because ayep so true. ]

[Yeah, she's going to count his silence as assent on that subject. She rolls her eyes.]

Well, you have fun with that. Fortunately, since I'm not dating you or anybody whose relationships you have the right of veto over, I'm not going to jump through hoops for your approval. You don't trust me? Fine by me, we've only known each other for like ten minutes. And if you still don't trust me in a month, great! I'm still not going to care.

[ His lips twitch up very, very slightly, and he crosses his arms. Looks at her. ]

You pass.

[ Droll. ]

Whatever, Wayne. Later.

[She makes a dismissive hand gesture and walks past him, heading not to the door but deeper into the CES. She might as well get some fresh air while she's here.]

[ And that he expects as well. He watches her as she leaves for a moment before he swings back up the branch, and up, up, until he reaches the top of the tree, hidden by the leaves. Silence and solitude.

He needs to think about this. ]

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